Prelude I: Realization of My Loss
She's redefined my explination
Of this, it is, the only thing killing still
Me and what's this here?
Only a love struck young girl with an envious follower
Stunning articulateness and sculpted so perfect
Her smiles hold my boggled heart in suspense
I've tried, but there's no use
It always strikes at the worst times
So here I sit
Pen in hand
And so soothing it is
To know her voice
But I'm not for her
I'm still waiting here
For that last kiss from you
I wished you would've chosen me
But obviously you knew I was a fluke
Still, girl, tell me
What did you presume?
Live shells and bloody lands show how much I've lost the war
Doomed from the start, my arm's still bleeding
But for the sake away from me
Just make her as happy
As I wished I could have
And succeed where I have failed
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